"Thanks, boss," Claudia said, smiling just a little again. She'd have to think, wishing she had access to more contemporary works on the arts, but that had never been a big thing. The trades were secret, after all, so committing things to paper only meant competition.
She followed him through the streets, wondering just what the day would bring, and if she dared broach the subject of protective leathers of some variety. Still, she could do basic shaping and grinding without much, it was only the heat-treating that bore a slight risk, really. Without power tools, there was less chance of hot metal shavings flying off as one worked.
With a start, she realized she was actually looking forward to this demonstration of skill. "It might be worth your while to set up some kind of a contest, you know. Wagers on how badly I'll fail..."
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Date: 2016-03-31 09:19 pm (UTC)From:She followed him through the streets, wondering just what the day would bring, and if she dared broach the subject of protective leathers of some variety. Still, she could do basic shaping and grinding without much, it was only the heat-treating that bore a slight risk, really. Without power tools, there was less chance of hot metal shavings flying off as one worked.
With a start, she realized she was actually looking forward to this demonstration of skill. "It might be worth your while to set up some kind of a contest, you know. Wagers on how badly I'll fail..."